This is a song about "Land"

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Best rapper in this entire land

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

She will never get by, no how no way

Let's land in the land where the famous stay