This is a song about "Land"

Or land soft as a sweater

I am tough leather

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Going to the southern land

The faker they shakin' my hand

Dry land , but its my fucking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

To ever land this rappad shit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Land of the men and the brave,

I miss the better days