This is a song about "Land"

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

I'm on the run, keep running

Dry land , but its my fucking

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Land of the men and the brave,

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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