This is a song about "Land"

The faker they shakin' my hand

My god made the sea and land

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Handed down talent from the broke land

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

The downfall of our free land

To ever land this rappad shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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