This is a song about "Country sucks"

I got family spread out across the country

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Went to another country that's call migration

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Shout out my nigga miles

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

It sucks and is such a shame

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Different country and time zone

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.