This is a song about "Country boy"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Took my heart away from money

Is in another country

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I got family spread out across the country

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

That happen to act like a black president