This is a song about "Country love"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Is in another country

Me and you just need to talk a bit

This country, black and white, its split

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

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