This is a song about "Land"

Going to the southern land

Fighting with my weak hand

Two white cups and i got that drank

The downfall of our free land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Land of the burgers and fries,

Never really been into the ice