This is a song about "Russians land"

What you want me to say

To a land far far away

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

From ireland but i'll land, running

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Best rapper in this entire land

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Lookin' for these better days

Land of the men and the brave,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Handed down talent from the broke land

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost