This is a song about "Cross the country"

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

But they see the explosion, they cross oceans to show for you

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Hip-hop is #goin' #south, it's just bringin' the country back,

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law