This is a song about "Karl marx and adam smith"

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

And i know - there'll never be peace

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,