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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

And my only fear's a wedding ring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

For the outlawz, here we come

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,