This is a song about "Slow sad country song"

Top dropped down, black on black

But now everthings just sad

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Yeah, they call me country grammar

But seemingly believe it though

Yeah you can do it slow

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Went to another country that's call migration

And she gives them a blow

Remind me to react slow.

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I got family spread out across the country

A nigga wanna drive slow,

It ain't nothing though