This is a song about "Country songs"

And sing songs every stary night

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

And getting songs signed by minors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

But better when i sing songs

And of course, my car's off course

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I got family spread out across the country

Wussup with all these love songs?

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Organized crime, i kill your boss