This is a song about "Being country"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

Hustle for dis country money

I’m tryna be low key