This is a song about "Country"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Hustle for dis country money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Went to another country that's call migration

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks