This is a song about "Land forms"

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Or land soft as a sweater

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Soon my life forms a disaster,

Vital to my revival, my spinal is in a spiral, forms tribal.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

I want to feel her in every way

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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