This is a song about "Country parties"

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Mami told me son, hold your own

Different country and time zone

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Went to another country that's call migration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him