This is a song about "Land"

Sky high, iced out paradise

Land of the burgers and fries,

To a land far far away

If you out there let me hear you say

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Handed down talent from the broke land

With such an ugly picture in it and

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

To ever land this rappad shit

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play