This is a song about "Country songs"

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

And of course, my car's off course

It appears in your unwitty songs

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Went to another country that's call migration

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

But better when i sing songs

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant