This is a song about "Soil"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My rapping made you soil

My soil struck and it produced deadly live stream and ajna eye beams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Smoking a fattie doob from the soil of chernobyl

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil