This is a song about "Defense of the ancients"

The revolution will proceed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I can confess that i used a hammer and sickle for defense

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You feel it from your head to your toes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex