This is a song about "Industrial revolution the wealthy"

Make a world revolution

Where god at? i need to call him

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

And hope to be rich and wealthy once i grow older,