This is a song about "American revolution"

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them