This is a song about "Dying on open land"

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

I write these angry raps on my paper to try and open up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

As i open fire on you with no misfire or mistakes

Open up your contacts then scroll

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I can feel your heart beating fast

Best rapper in this entire land