This is a song about "Being country"

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Different country and time zone

I thought i recognized her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

It ain't hard to make money

Is in another country

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Went to another country that's call migration

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Where you belong with your family

Hustle for dis country money

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense