This is a song about "Country hicks"

We're living in a fantasy

Hustle for dis country money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I got family spread out across the country

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Went to another country that's call migration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

From a third world country to a star in the booth