This is a song about "Robunsons land corporation"

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

Celebrate the very day that she get past

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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