This is a song about "Stomping land"

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

The downfall of our free land

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'll hop on angels & get to stomping they halos

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Or land soft as a sweater

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Best rapper in this entire land

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Threw it down in anger, stomping down

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown