This is a song about "The causes of french revolution"

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

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

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

But that's what causes the shot mane

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And non-nigga friends got it with him

That causes the fucking motion

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Wishing my problems away, wiping what might causes the pain