This is a song about "Country"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Cause some of you bitches funny

Hustle for dis country money

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Regardless to all them, i appease her

This country, black and white, its split

If it's right tonight, i might bite that