This is a song about "Cry the beloved country"

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Going all the way to another country... no.. the unknown is right there in

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

You were the person i needed that would help me when i'd cry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

It seems like you gotta go cry in the bathroom

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Why his beloved forever wept as a nervous wreck behind the perfect view