This is a song about "Land"

I said pay me it’s nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Going to the southern land

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Land of the men and the brave,

This is no trial, this a closed case

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Best rapper in this entire land

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

That's relayed to try and simply brainwash half the land,