This is a song about "Country hicks"

A country in power

I'm pushing it for the corner

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Went to another country that's call migration

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Sitting on name brand and u sitting on some shit thats not even in this country

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

This country, black and white, its split

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

I got family spread out across the country

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

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche