This is a song about "Real country music"

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Just to hear real music i went back to middle school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Living out of a homeless shit

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

For real and good music, to hear when they're lost,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I just wanna make music,

That's when you know you doing shit