This is a song about "Ima country girl"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Huh, i can't interpret her

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

And ima suffocate

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Hustle for dis country money

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

This country, black and white, its split

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Baby ima have to confess,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

They say its a free country but im not buying it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit