This is a song about "Country rap"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Went to another country that's call migration

Sitting on name brand and u sitting on some shit thats not even in this country

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Hustle for dis country money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

You don't mean that, you faggot

This country, black and white, its split

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop