This is a song about "Country rap"

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

And i ain't frontin for her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

But i kinda like your company

Is in another country

Must be something you want me to see

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I got family spread out across the country