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

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

But my labor has culminated,

They all see my life from a childish position

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

During the moments shudder, i steady my breath

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst

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

And no bitch you're not with child,

Should be harder to find

My words are cause for evacuation during this hysterical situation

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

And i'm still considered a child

The revolution has arrived