This is a song about "Land man"

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

To a land far far away

Oh i gotta face the day

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Dry land , but its my fucking

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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