This is a song about "Country"

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

Went to another country that's call migration

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I got family spread out across the country

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Stir up all these feelings inside of her