This is a song about "The united colonists in american revolution"

And i like the hoes that need passion

Or for a revolution

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

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

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

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

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid