This is a song about "Land"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Because there ain't no coming back from that

To ever land this rappad shit

Dry land , but its my fucking

And now the present got you struggling

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Just hustling you understand

The downfall of our free land