This is a song about "Suggestions to improve industrial revolution"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

Better yet they work my every nerve

I try to improve my style but shit's not worth

Visions, dreams of passion

Or for a revolution

Try to improve on all the things i lack,

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

To improve there's always somebody out there with a better fucking move

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind