This is a song about "The country song"

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

On the radio, that's my favorite song

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Release the song, cash the lot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//

And then the box plays my favorite b.o.b. song,

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

"you already wrote the gay song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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