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

Or for a revolution

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

And no bitch you're not with child,

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Your beautiful during class

No one-half and i hate math

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

My words are cause for evacuation during this hysterical situation

[intro (during chorus):]

On the slow jam of love