This is a song about "Land rights"

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

My god made the sea and land

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

With such an ugly picture in it and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

Which you know i'm different, right

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand