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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Handed down talent from the broke land

Celebrate the very day that she get past

You stood me up and i understand

My god made the sea and land

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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