This is a song about "Country inn"

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Went to another country that's call migration

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

They say its a free country but im not buying it

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Hustle for dis country money

I'm a baller, literally

Is in another country

Off of your melody