This is a song about "Bolshevik revolution"

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Maybe start his own revolution.

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair