This is a song about "New found land"

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Dry land , but its my fucking

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

To ever land this rappad shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Or the dreams she has for her and new found talent

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Handed down talent from the broke land

Say she like my style but i talk too fast