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

Going to the southern land

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

I was gonna write you a poem today

I can feel your heart beating fast

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Handed down talent from the broke land

K'naan and wale got money in the bank