This is a song about "Transportation revolution"

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Maybe start his own revolution.

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

On some more than adequate transportation

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him