This is a song about "Revolution symphony"

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Maybe start his own revolution.

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

Make a world revolution

You can disown him or stone him

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

The revolution is coming get ready to ride