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

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Treat them no special because they're people too

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

Right flows down and they might go nice

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Best rapper in this entire land

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep