This is a song about "Transportation revolution"

Maybe start his own revolution.

What up girl, tell me how you been

Make a world revolution

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

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

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

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

She all on my skin

Or for a revolution

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position