This is a song about "Country live"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Different country and time zone

Went to another country that's call migration

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Smile. laugh. hold. walk. live. live. live. live.