This is a song about "Land"

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

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

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Land of the burgers and fries,

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

From ireland but i'll land, running

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

I know what you do with that

To ever land this rappad shit

Yeah, ready for whatever

Or land soft as a sweater