This is a song about "Stomping land"

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Lit the scene by stomping squares like mj did in billie jean

Just hustling you understand

Handed down talent from the broke land

What is hittin' for

Or land soft as a sweater

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I'm stomping shit before and after life