This is a song about "Land"

That we can't forget the past

My god made the sea and land

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

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

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Dry land , but its my fucking

Bun b, i’m underground king