This is a song about "Land rights"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Paper planes, long flights

Remember stand up for ur rights

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

I make forty-some dollars a day

Going to the southern land

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication