This is a song about "Land"

From ireland but i'll land, running

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Dry land , but its my fucking

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Handed down talent from the broke land

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Till i land in the land of flames and disbelievers of morals

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

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

They getting nice, they got some ice

Land of the burgers and fries,

To a land far far away

If you out there let me hear you say