This is a song about "Cuba revolution"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

Make a world revolution

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

Where god at? i need to call him

Maybe start his own revolution.

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again