This is a song about "Stomping land"

My god made the sea and land

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I'm stomping shit before and after life

To ever land this rappad shit

It's all good, finna dog that

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Handed down talent from the broke land

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Demolishing the competition stomping on the innocent

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt