This is a song about "Land"

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Or land soft as a sweater

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Handed down talent from the broke land

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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

To a land far far away

Few chips, i get out n' spray

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand