This is a song about "Ucas and chaplaincy"

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And get it again and again

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

'til it's like a mile long

And once i'm dead and gone

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

The revolution will proceed

And kill yourself and your clique

And a fridge and some broccoli

Who trill as me, roll two of tree