This is a song about "Going into the forbiden land"

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Accepted this challenging reality willingly... i'm going into the unknown

The downfall of our free land

Cause i got the burner in the hand

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Handed down talent from the broke land

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Home of the free and land of the wicked

That's relayed to try and simply brainwash half the land,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Fall into a waste mangement going to the dump

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different