This is a song about "Land"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Going to the southern land

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

If they could cut out all the busting

From ireland but i'll land, running

Acting like you real or something

Dry land , but its my fucking

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

To ever land this rappad shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

To a land far far away

Back in the motherfuckin bay