This is a song about "Country songs"

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Went to another country that's call migration

From punky little songs for competition

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

She got me caught up in the moment

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,