This is a song about "Land"

Dry land , but its my fucking

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Handed down talent from the broke land

Cause i got the burner in the hand

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

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

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

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Or land soft as a sweater