This is a song about "King country"

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

And this will be the song that we sing

And it smells like burger king.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

Y'know i am the king