This is a song about "History of land and life"

It takes work and alot of dedication to make history,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Till i land in the land of flames and disbelievers of morals

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

And live a life of rhyme

Baby you so fine

My god made the sea and land

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Like my life seems fine and full of life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Home of the free and land of the wicked

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

In the land of the rising sun

I hit your block and we can box for fun