This is a song about "How soil is made"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He is here, he's made me whole

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams

My wand is made of knowledge

I created this image

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

A casket is made, never was very bright,

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

But that's just how america is

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Got on my darkest shades, this man is made

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

How every choice and every move made

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid