This is a song about "Country hick hop"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

A country in power

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

This country, black and white, its split

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

But make sure if they do see

Hustle for dis country money

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people