This is a song about "A foreign"

Spit a poem or a diss

They are the coaches in this

And i just love your flashy ways

Driving my car to a foreign place

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

That we picked up at the last concert

Play the game nigga

Yup you got a lot a

They talk say cool jew na the man

You're a disaster a sham,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures