This is a song about "Land surveyinh"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Best rapper in this entire land

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Acting like you real or something

Dry land , but its my fucking

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

To a land far far away

I was raised this way

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

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand