This is a song about "The american revolution"

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

And if i'm down with this banging shit

This is american pie unrated,

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

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Or for a revolution

It ain't where i been

This is what the american government has urged,

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first