This is a song about "Country hicks"

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

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

But i kinda like your company

Hustle for dis country money

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

From a third world country to a star in the booth

This country, black and white, its split

In the midst of a fire pit

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers