This is a song about "Land formations"

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Handed down talent from the broke land

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Land of the men and the brave,

Let's face it, i can’t replace

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Hand and hand they fade away to another land