This is a song about "Land"

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

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Dry land , but its my fucking

Why not me the same thing

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Sky high, iced out paradise

Land of the burgers and fries,

To ever land this rappad shit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

I was born to do the damn thing

From ireland but i'll land, running