This is a song about "Slaves revolution"

Make a world revolution

And they all mint condition

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

If i don't make that man there dance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

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

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

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