This is a song about "Own land"

Handed down talent from the broke land

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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

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

And my feet are chained up to my own neck without ever touching this land

Or land soft as a sweater

This the newest wolf gang member

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

They could never understand

The downfall of our free land

I can feel your heart beating fast

Going to the southern land