This is a song about "The revolution"

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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

The realist in the game

All the bitches know my name

These joints here not found at the mall

From the bench to the ball

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

The savage with the statics

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Maybe start his own revolution.

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him