This is a song about "Imperialism country"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

I just want somebody i can see

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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