This is a song about "Land"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

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

To a land far far away

For a perfect mother’s day

Going to the southern land

The faker they shakin' my hand

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

From ireland but i'll land, running

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Best rapper in this entire land

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Land of the men and the brave,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days