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

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

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

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You're uncool like my mother kin

Make a world revolution