This is a song about "Holden s land of puerto rico"

The downfall of our free land

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

And pray for better days

Land of the men and the brave,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

He had many losses in a land of violence gleaming.

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Home of the free and land of the wicked

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

In the land of the rising sun

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks