This is a song about "Country y"

Y you bitches think im playing,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

You pull up in parking lots

That's why i'm makin' money

Is in another country

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Mama made her pretty

While all those ships go tips(y)

I got family spread out across the country

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money