This is a song about "Stomping land"

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

To a land far far away

If you didn't know i feel this way

Frightening, so fucking frightening

From ireland but i'll land, running

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Say bye bye to her

Or land soft as a sweater

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service