This is a song about "Land"

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

To ever land this rappad shit

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

Handed down talent from the broke land

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Or land soft as a sweater

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Dry land , but its my fucking

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Let's land in the land where the famous stay