This is a song about "Land surveyinh"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

From ireland but i'll land, running

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Going to the southern land

I start to think it's all planned

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

The downfall of our free land