This is a song about "Holy land"

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Call it the holy trinity,

To ever land this rappad shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I call it my holy grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Got racks you don’t understand

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

The downfall of our free land

The faker they shakin' my hand

Your holy raps are to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free