This is a song about "Land"

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The downfall of our free land

Fighting with my weak hand

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

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

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Dry land , but its my fucking

Frightening, so fucking frightening

From ireland but i'll land, running

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,