This is a song about "The french revoultion"

Atl was tipping them

Eyes poked out the the raven

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

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

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen