This is a song about "Geography land forms"

Just hustling you understand

My god made the sea and land

Not now not ever

Or land soft as a sweater

Land of the burgers and fries,

They getting nice, they got some ice

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

I repeat what forms the metabolism

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

For us to find our way

To a land far far away