This is a song about "Land"

But the plan is to show you that i understand

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Handed down talent from the broke land

And i can write a hook fast

Going to the southern land

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Dry land , but its my fucking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

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

What you want me to say

To a land far far away

I'm everything that they call nice

Land of the burgers and fries,