This is a song about "Dying on open land"

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

De la soul is from the soul

Going to the southern land

And bijies like im out and

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I'm doing the same thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,