This is a song about "Country god"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Is in another country

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

I be on some other shit

This country, black and white, its split

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Hip-hop is #goin' #south, it's just bringin' the country back,