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

I know the world been waiting for that

But my labor has culminated,

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Or for a revolution

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Maybe start his own revolution.