This is a song about "Land"

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

I start to think it's all planned

Handed down talent from the broke land

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

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

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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