This is a song about "Country living"

Hoping that he's listening

Towards the life you're living

A country in power

When we not in summer

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Went to another country that's call migration

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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