This is a song about "Land"

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Handed down talent from the broke land

Cause i got the burner in the hand

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

From ireland but i'll land, running

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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