This is a song about "Land"

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

That's relayed to try and simply brainwash half the land,

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

From ireland but i'll land, running

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

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

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

My god made the sea and land

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

Just lay back, get your face slapped

The downfall of our free land