This is a song about "Land"

Dry land , but its my fucking

Get it girl, keep that motor running

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

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

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

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

From ireland but i'll land, running

We no longer close or nothing

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My god made the sea and land

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

I just write that right by a mic stand