This is a song about "Marxist"

The axiom of my atypical awakening abounds like alaskan auroras

I see red everywhere,chargin battles like a taurus,

Rapper's liberation, flames going higher then fuckin rappad's hinged creation/

Preparation for occupation, no correlation to my situation

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,