This is a song about "Trade in the agricultural revolution"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Maybe start his own revolution.

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away