This is a song about "Country bar"

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

This country, black and white, its split

And then along came the wrong man for her

I now raisie the bar higher

Hustle for dis country money

Malia family, we the family

Waiting for me to raise the bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I ain't hugging the corner, but i hustle so enormous

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

We came.. way too far pretty baby

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably