This is a song about "Jan"

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

We walk into the room from a million different places

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

I win every single fight ma raps are fit , people like every single word i spit