This is a song about "Country girls"

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

See, i like the person that you are

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Sitting on name brand and u sitting on some shit thats not even in this country

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I got family spread out across the country

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see