This is a song about "Hunting in the country"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

That damier bag i bought her

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Going all the way to another country... no.. the unknown is right there in

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

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

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce