This is a song about "Land"

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Handed down talent from the broke land

Or land soft as a sweater

Huh, i can't interpret her

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

To a land far far away

Niggas dying like its nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Ill have their asses running back to candy land