This is a song about "Decent country"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

I call her, no answer

Yeah, they call me country grammar

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

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

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

I just want somebody i can see

Went to another country that's call migration

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since