This is a song about "No mans land people dying"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Its better than dissing people for no reason

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

People always dying in the hood, stood

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,