This is a song about "Karl marx"

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Purgin haters like stalin

Got your bitch she aint stalin

We have nothing in common

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

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

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Stalin leading worse then anyone you've ever seen do it

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket