This is a song about "Country soul"

This country, black and white, its split

With these macs i've got a bad habit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Women at my pole

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

I got family spread out across the country

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

The king upon the throne

Different country and time zone

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Yeah, they call me country grammar