This is a song about "Country folk"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hustle for dis country money

A country in power

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Is in another country

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Different country and time zone

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Yeah, they call me country grammar

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk