This is a song about "Country parties"

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Or never say never though i admit

This country, black and white, its split

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Soaking up the summer vibes with all these parties

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat