This is a song about "Land"

My god made the sea and land

Got racks you don’t understand

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

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

To ever land this rappad shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Handed down talent from the broke land

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Best rapper in this entire land

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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