This is a song about "American industrial revolution"

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Maybe start his own revolution.

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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