This is a song about "Land formations"

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

That we can't forget the past

Handed down talent from the broke land

From ireland but i'll land, running

I said pay me it’s nothing

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Celebrate the very day that i get past

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Best rapper in this entire land

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

This the newest wolf gang member

Or land soft as a sweater