This is a song about "Country music is awful"

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Cause music, the way i approached that is poetic

Through my music this is how i cope

To soho, baby milo so dope

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Music is my motivation it teaches me patience

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I murmur cos my music is tonnes of nice

Music is done without love but is done for the money

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Is in another country

A military mind mean money