This is a song about "Land"

To ever land this rappad shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

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

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

My god made the sea and land

And bijies like im out and

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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