This is a song about "3 causes of the american revolution"

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

But that's what causes the shot mane

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

It's the government that causes this rapture

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.