This is a song about "Land"

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

From ireland but i'll land, running

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

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

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Or land soft as a sweater

And i just want to hold her

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land