This is a song about "No mans land"

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

You little young-ass motherfuckers

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

From ireland but i'll land, running

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Land of the burgers and fries,

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

And i can write a hook fast

Going to the southern land