This is a song about "Big country"

This country, black and white, its split

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They say nothings ever free

Hustle for dis country money

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

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

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