This is a song about "West hills cross country"

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

We're living in a fantasy

Hustle for dis country money

She going to borrow some money

Is in another country

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Hold my tears i tried my best

Eastside, take them to the west

Yeah, they call me country grammar

You told me god was the answer

Faking the be best saying you from the west

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed