This is a song about "American revolution"

Guest spot on american bandstand

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

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

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light