This is a song about "Country region"

A country in power

My records sell, yes sir

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm a son of a gun

We will run this fuckin region

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

I crave your gynecological region, my legend will span eons

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money