This is a song about "Country riding"

Been riding with my homies since day one

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I'm a baller, literally

Hustle for dis country money

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Is in another country

What them tippers don't see

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

Got a beans if you wanna pop