This is a song about "Country corruption"

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Whining close to corruption for a petty award

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

When you talkin illest rapper

Yeah, they call me country grammar

But really i'm trying to shine light on the corruption in this life

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I got family spread out across the country

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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