This is a song about "Land"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

To ever land this rappad shit

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

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

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

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

From ireland but i'll land, running

Tell them niggas we coming

To a land far far away

But i ain't get to see you today

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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