This is a song about "Oogies land"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Handed down talent from the broke land

Now you got me hopped up on that

To ever land this rappad shit

As: other plans got in the way

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Look at our presidents, he's charming, but he's raping the land,

Land of the burgers and fries,

Never really been into the ice

Going to the southern land

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Just lay back, get your face slapped