This is a song about "Our land been sold"

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Got racks you don’t understand

Handed down talent from the broke land

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Or land soft as a sweater

The ice ain't really nothing to her

How i think about you every day

Let's land in the land where the famous stay