This is a song about "Communism is great"

J. cole runnin' late

And ejaculate, it feels great

Wisdom is great, but i feel like i'm stuck in chains.

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

So i murder it, this rap is going to be great

Talk sharp like a razor blade

To destroy something so great

For me to show them why the crowd a screaming "clever is great"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

It seemed everything was great

She self made, i'm self made

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Communism of fidel castro