This is a song about "Imperialism your country"

Me and you just need to talk a bit

This country, black and white, its split

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

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

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

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