This is a song about "Febuary 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,

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Or for a revolution

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion