This is a song about "Country hicks"

This country, black and white, its split

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

From a third world country to a star in the booth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Is in another country

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

You got your mean little walk with the model pose