This is a song about "A classic country"

Doing it like a classic dre's chronic

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Off of ya melody

Is in another country

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

To build a brighter future for the country and the future born frees

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Your raps are classic like an aztec, your a fucking a crack head,