This is a song about "The earths revolution"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

We don't ever make love

Where the fuck the chorus

It ain't where i been

Or for a revolution

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Make a world revolution

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution