This is a song about "Country inn"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Went to another country that's call migration

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

How simple they are

A country in power

Is in another country

You a lady boss, now you fly free

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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