This is a song about "A foreign"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

Driving my car to a foreign place

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

She all that i can handle

Your a horse without a saddle

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

It ain't nothing though

It's a yes or a no

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport