This is a song about "Reformer of the industrial revolution"

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Make a world revolution

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

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

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Or for a revolution

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

What do i really need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual