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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Treat them no special because they're people too

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

I'm just here to have a good time

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand