This is a song about "Land"

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

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

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Dry land , but its my fucking

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Going to the southern land

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups