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

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

You're very attractive, and notice that

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith