This is a song about "My country"

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

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

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I got family spread out across the country

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

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

Hustle for dis country money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

This country, black and white, its split

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

Im hardcore, your only that country dump