This is a song about "Country town"

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I be running around my town. till i run my town

But im trying to run this town

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Different country and time zone

Shit ain’t better alone

And i ain't frontin for her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Pretending it counts, offending the town

I pray you send an angel down

Till we run this fucking town