This is a song about "Country icewolf"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

So that don't even matter

Yeah, they call me country grammar

A country in power

But that's what he liked her

This country, black and white, its split

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

I never crack i got that chap stick

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people