This is a song about "Being a country girl"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open