This is a song about "No mans land opposing trecnches"

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love