This is a song about "Land"

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

And getting money is the song i sing

Dry land , but its my fucking

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

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

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

I start to think it's all planned

My god made the sea and land

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

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks