This is a song about "American industrial revolution"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

And american music shows.

Here they keep a rachet close