This is a song about "Country"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Went to another country that's call migration

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You pull up in parking lots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

Hustle for dis country money

Where you belong with your family

Please sugar don't come alone

Different country and time zone