This is a song about "Country god"

And i ain't frontin for her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

You know the gunpowder

A country in power

I bet you hear that white music

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Hopin' that my niggas see

Hustle for dis country money