This is a song about "Coochie land"

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Tell them niggas we coming

From ireland but i'll land, running

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Dry land , but its my fucking

And getting money is the song i sing

Till i land in the land of flames and disbelievers of morals

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Going to the southern land

Unify them, mob through, take over and

The downfall of our free land