This is a song about "No mans land opposing trecnches"

Handed down talent from the broke land

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

From ireland but i'll land, running

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

Or land soft as a sweater

Just to let you know, you are

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Of opposing, resenting it, held it in doleful depressing pit