This is a song about "Country club"

This country, black and white, its split

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

But got comma’s in my statement

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

But he don't rule a thing

I left the club departing

December 4th a star was born

Blew up the club i'm gone

Hustle for dis country money

Not hungry for my poetry

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past