This is a song about "Country home"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Just to let you know, you are

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Went to another country that's call migration

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks