This is a song about "Land of all that is shit"

But this shit can't made you happy,coz all of that is fake

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

That all of y’all will be banging this shit like gay penises

Land of the burgers and fries,

And when i start to rise

This shit is all a lie

That new c-l fly

All i can say is... that was a funky shit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

I'll never call you bitch again

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Everything is just full of shit.