This is a song about "My country boy"

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Seen the how-to video now he on point

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

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j