This is a song about "Free land"

Handed down talent from the broke land

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Just hustling you understand

My god made the sea and land

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

With such an ugly picture in it and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

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

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

And losin all his money

Side em on blister free

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running