This is a song about "Country rap l"

L y r i to the c

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I pipe in and one night her

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Take that big l for skipping school

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I got family spread out across the country

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Went to another country that's call migration