This is a song about "Oogies land"

I just write that right by a mic stand

My god made the sea and land

Dry land , but its my fucking

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Going to the southern land

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Till i land in the land of flames and disbelievers of morals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

I understand i'm back by popular demand

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

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

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand