This is a song about "Scoping the land for the target"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Going to the southern land

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

And i'm older to understand about the land and the problems that

Land of the men and the brave,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

18 year sentence with no parole

Pain you'll harvest, cause you're the artist's new target

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

But whats a mac attack, if the target you miss?

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

All she thinking bout is how to take his last