This is a song about "Slaves revolution"

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Make a world revolution

Never had forgiveness, you better stay distant cause i'm all about my business,

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right