This is a song about "Tundra"

When when the economy of america breaks

Put expressions in their music and create the face

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Convinces the lower minded and the slower sighted

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

Got to the end of the tunnel

But the ground starts to crumble

See my ass is always on the ground

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

The ground beneath me opens,

Well my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Soon i will raise to the top, makes sense that i was born on the highland,