This is a song about "The promised land"

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

That's the masterplan, to brainwash at least half the land,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

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

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

And i am one of one

In the land of the rising sun

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Handed down talent from the broke land