This is a song about "Country music"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Hustle for dis country money

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I just wanna make music,

Foolish, i be on that new shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Went to another country that's call migration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin