This is a song about "Country"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

You told me god was the answer

A country in power

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I got family spread out across the country

Malia family, we the family

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

They say its a free country but im not buying it