This is a song about "Landforms of canada"

Canada is where we made it from

For the outlawz, here we come

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Raybands...hide the face of,

Here i go again, searching for love

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

She can make a pimp fall in love

Of potential cases

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Beaches of normandy.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings