This is a song about "Land"

I'm on the run, keep running

Dry land , but its my fucking

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Cuz he was messing in no mans land