This is a song about "Land"

To ever land this rappad shit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

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

Going to the southern land

I just write that right by a mic stand

I start to think it's all planned

Handed down talent from the broke land

Just lay back, get your face slapped

My god made the sea and land

To a land far far away

Im im on tha way

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Hand and hand they fade away to another land