This is a song about "Country music sucks"

Your bitch sucks dick like kobayashi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Mami told me son, hold your own

Different country and time zone

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

We vegetables, on them record labels

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

We're living in a fantasy

Hustle for dis country money

Went to another country that's call migration

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Bitch got all them booty shots