This is a song about "Country nigga"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

A country in power

I call her, no answer

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Went to another country that's call migration

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see