This is a song about "A country song"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Can barely finish a song

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone