This is a song about "Country"

Hustle for dis country money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

Superfly, opposite of basic

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Sitting on name brand and u sitting on some shit thats not even in this country

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree