This is a song about "My coutry"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My words are my rhythm

Fuck it, i'm done

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hopin' that my niggas see

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever