This is a song about "Land"

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped