This is a song about "Landforms of canada"

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Out of this coviction of feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Out of mind out of sight

Parallel on the other side