This is a song about "2nd industrial revolution"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Cause they fear me in physical form

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

New york, va, dc, get paid

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Or for a revolution

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire