This is a song about "Country icewolf"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Went to another country that's call migration

Where would i be without my dogs

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

This country, black and white, its split

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

But nah, he is quite different

Im hardcore, your only that country dump