This is a song about "Country shit"

Hustle for dis country money

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

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

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

You said youre dumb as...wait, thats it! thats why he respects this country.

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

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