This is a song about "Fighting for your country"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I really can't under what s the fighting for

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Seas/ i always fought for my dad/ har'ram fighting for the only

Bun b, i’m underground king

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

To build a brighter future for the country and the future born frees

But he don't rule a thing

But im sick of the fighting

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

But my squad like the 72' dolphins