This is a song about "Soil"

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Smoking a fattie doob from the soil of chernobyl

You have laid your footprint in the soil

So pass the baby oil

My rapping made you soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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