This is a song about "Land"

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

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

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Handed down talent from the broke land

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

From ireland but i'll land, running

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

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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