This is a song about "Dying on open land"

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

This shit has got my soul

The downfall of our free land

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Going to the southern land

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

And with any luck i'll make it land on a spike