This is a song about "Decent country"

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

No days off and that's even on a snow day

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Or never say never though i admit

This country, black and white, its split

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

That pays her decent so we ain't poor no more, changing paces,

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

You front lines and bust rhymes with decent punchlines, i'll give you

Went to another country that's call migration

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him