This is a song about "Country living"

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Blackberry and t phone

Different country and time zone

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Went to another country that's call migration

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Towards the life you're living

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping