This is a song about "Land"

Handed down talent from the broke land

I can feel your heart beating fast

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Bitch you should see my wallet

To ever land this rappad shit

Land of the burgers and fries,

And when i start to rise

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Or land soft as a sweater

My records sell, yes sir