This is a song about "Country kid"

Hustle for dis country money

Chillin' with homies and family

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Is in another country

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Went to another country that's call migration

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys