This is a song about "Oogies land"

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Land of the burgers and fries,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Fuck them, fly together

Or land soft as a sweater

Handed down talent from the broke land

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

From ireland but i'll land, running

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Ill have their asses running back to candy land