This is a song about "Child labor during industial revolution"

My words are cause for evacuation during this hysterical situation

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Little light in the ass

Your beautiful during class

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him