This is a song about "No mans land war"

Handed down talent from the broke land

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

She's cute but her forehead's big

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+