This is a song about "Country god"

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

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

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Different country and time zone

Stop blowing up my cellphone