This is a song about "Forsyth county"

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

Sitting on name brand and u sitting on some shit thats not even in this country

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby