This is a song about "Country"

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

Trying to get his life together, or what not

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Baby, you know who you are

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky