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

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

3 times, show me your peace sign

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Going to the southern land

And i can write a hook fast

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Best rapper in this entire land

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Let's land in the land where the famous stay