This is a song about "Proletariat"

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I want the fame so my words can reach the masses,

But my labor has culminated,

After that moscato hit

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Whining close to corruption for a petty award

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Tupac shakur gave voice to all the masses with his rhymes,

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Have fun with your pretty petty know no equal

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church