This is a song about "Land"

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

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

Handed down talent from the broke land

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

You’re on neon lights in my bank

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

But i know i see better days

Land of the men and the brave,

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

And put it together

Or land soft as a sweater