This is a song about "Country songs"

This country, black and white, its split

Razor grips, laser spit

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Is in another country

Off of ya melody

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Just here to rap them songs

Black fours red drop head doors

Better yet they work my every nerve

And getting songs signed by minors

So much to say a scrabble game

Your songs are so fuckin lame