This is a song about "New country"

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

She's cute but her forehead's big

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

Took the van, went snatch her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I be on some other shit

This country, black and white, its split

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

They say its a free country but im not buying it