This is a song about "Country asshole"

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

This country, black and white, its split

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Different country and time zone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though