This is a song about "Water on land"

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And with any luck i'll make it land on a spike

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

Open up your contacts then scroll

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

You faggots are lame, caught you sippin on water while i was downing

The moon is out now shining on the dark water. that's when everything else seems to falter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

I wanted a brother my mother i told her