This is a song about "Land"

That's relayed to try and simply brainwash half the land,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

This is hip hop for today

To a land far far away

I start to think it's all planned

The downfall of our free land

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

That we can't forget the past

Handed down talent from the broke land

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play