This is a song about "Land"

Acting like you real or something

From ireland but i'll land, running

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

To a land far far away

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

The faker they shakin' my hand

Going to the southern land

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

To ever land this rappad shit

In the midst of a fire pit

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Dry land , but its my fucking

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and