This is a song about "Land"

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

To a land far far away

G-5 sitting on the runway

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

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

To ever land this rappad shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Handed down talent from the broke land

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Going to the southern land

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast