This is a song about "Country live"

Just to let you know, you are

Yeah, they call me country grammar

You left your nigga on his own

Different country and time zone

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Hip-hop is #goin' #south, it's just bringin' the country back,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

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