This is a song about "Dying on open land"

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

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

But he don't rule a thing

Inside it feels like im dying

Going to the southern land

I just write that right by a mic stand

Got my eyes open wide on the road to riches

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map