This is a song about "The revolution"

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

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And they all mint condition

Maybe start his own revolution.

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

The sequel to the first

We left em a world that's cursed

For the man of the hour

No homo, just admire the power

Make a world revolution

Times in this crime land, my thug nation