This is a song about "Contry song"

You're listening to this song

We at the top where we belong

No more sad song on pianos

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Can barely finish a song

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Da inspiration to make dis song.

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

Fuck you know this song might

Which you know i'm different, right

Release the song, cash the lot

I fucking hate this job