This is a song about "Our land been sold"

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Plus we've been droppin' hooks and ballin' like our fuckin' shit's kareem,

Handed down talent from the broke land

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Or land soft as a sweater

And there's little to be glad for

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

The jager in my cup is licorice black

The downfall of our free land

I start to think it's all planned

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Hey brother hope you been checking up our mother,