This is a song about "Geography land forms"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

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

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

Land of the men and the brave,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land