This is a song about "Land forms"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Best rapper in this entire land

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

To ever land this rappad shit

Keep losing my way

To a land far far away

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

But more importantly taught me to pray