This is a song about "Us revolution"

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

People continuously tell us they keep praying for us,

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Or for a revolution

Make a world revolution

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Even if they pursuit us, they cannot permute us,shoot us or uproot us

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

You better off without us

Cause my thing something vicious

The fiction don't believe us

I've got muslims calling on jesus