This is a song about "Russians land"

Handed down talent from the broke land

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Land of the men and the brave,

Slow and steady wins this race

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

We can control where they end up even if we cant where they land,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Going to the southern land

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Best rapper in this entire land

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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