This is a song about "Flamingo land"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Dry land , but its my fucking

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

To ever land this rappad shit

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

The downfall of our free land

I start to think it's all planned

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

From ireland but i'll land, running

Land of the burgers and fries,

They getting nice, they got some ice

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land