This is a song about "Land"

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

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

With such an ugly picture in it and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Land of the burgers and fries,

Never really been into the ice

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land