This is a song about "My country"

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

This country, black and white, its split

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

Is in another country

Cause some of you bitches funny

Yeah, they call me country grammar

That damier bag i bought her

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Hustle for dis country money

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie