This is a song about "Country hicks"

You pull up in parking lots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

A country in power

The only time i flirt with her

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

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Must be something you want me to see

I got family spread out across the country

Hustle for dis country money

I just want somebody i can see