This is a song about "Transportation revolution"

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Or for a revolution

What up girl, tell me how you been

Make a world revolution

If he keep going, pass the torch to him