This is a song about "Country man"

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Yeah, they call me country grammar

But shawty know i'm a rapper

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I got family spread out across the country

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

I work hard for everything i get

This country, black and white, its split

Hustle for dis country money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

They say its a free country but im not buying it