This is a song about "Country club"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I got family spread out across the country

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Went to another country that's call migration

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I left the club departing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Stimulating night in club type of fact

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,