This is a song about "Slaves revolution"

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/