This is a song about "History of land"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'll make you history...

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

It takes work and alot of dedication to make history,

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

He had many losses in a land of violence gleaming.

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

A warrior, so instead i bask in the land of champions

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

Would it alter the course of my history?/

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see