This is a song about "Land"

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

I'm everything that they call nice

Land of the burgers and fries,

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

To ever land this rappad shit

It's all good, finna dog that

Going to the southern land

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

Dry land , but its my fucking

And yea we both coming