This is a song about "Our land been sold"

Just lay back, get your face slapped

The downfall of our free land

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

That's real as ever

Or land soft as a sweater

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Hey brother hope you been checking up our mother,

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

The faker they shakin' my hand

Cause the tickets all sold

I mean of course just the same old