This is a song about "Heartland"

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

Truly they would torture you, smack ya back to pakistan,

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Stop debaters, lost your papers? i'll call in the operators,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators