This is a song about "Glorious revolution"

The plight of a rapper or whatever

I got glorious rhymes, bask in all my splendor/

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,

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

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Make a world revolution

With a little bit of passion

You can disown him or stone him

Or for a revolution

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right