This is a song about "Country inn"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I got family spread out across the country

Riding around without a fuck given

'til they threw me out the ramada inn

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

You pull up in parking lots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

That damier bag i bought her

A country in power

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that