This is a song about "Country song"

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Yea, i been humble too long

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

This country, black and white, its split

The dead society of a poet

Da inspiration to make dis song.

You were right here all along

Your still gunna make it into my song,

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Instead of singin' the same song

Haven't seen a girl in so long