This is a song about "No mans land"

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Would look at us all the time

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Acting like you real or something

Dry land , but its my fucking

From ireland but i'll land, running

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

The downfall of our free land

Just lay back, get your face slapped

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,