This is a song about "Oogies land"

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

To ever land this rappad shit

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Dry land , but its my fucking

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running