This is a song about "Country songs"

I could barely write these songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Shots, they back and forth

I woulda done anything for my own

Different country and time zone

This country, black and white, its split

I put that nigga in his casket

Well, that's what you are

A country in power

They use violence but i murder with my songs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

But make sure if they do see

Hustle for dis country money

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Yeah, they call me country grammar