This is a song about "The countryside"

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

As the king upon the throne

Far away from home

So now she picks up the gun

The bigger the the fun

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave