This is a song about "The country song"

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

And before the sun came up, he was gone

"you already wrote the gay song

From a third world country to a star in the booth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

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

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Instead of singin' the same song