This is a song about "Guns country"

Different country and time zone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Went to another country that's call migration

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

Than the muse of a family

Is in another country

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people