This is a song about "Country y"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Shit with our whole family

Hustle for dis country money

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Y you bitches think im playing,

You know what i'm saying

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Took the van, went snatch her

A country in power