This is a song about "Land surveying"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

From ireland but i'll land, running

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

That's relayed to try and simply brainwash half the land,

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Dry land , but its my fucking

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

Going to the southern land

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Got racks you don’t understand

My god made the sea and land