This is a song about "My country boy"

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Giving em my brain ima get a concussion boy

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Is in another country

Hopin' that my niggas see

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

Walk blind into a line or fight

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\