This is a song about "Country god"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

First off congratulations on the win

Went to another country that's call migration

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Yeah, they call me country grammar