This is a song about "A new country"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Than me, find a new endeavor

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die