This is a song about "Amnesty international"

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Amity can candidly confess amnesty to humanity

Race is international my father isn't actual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I guess she couldn't answer cause i can't call international

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

I'm international, go on a flight,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

As i light one for ill will

To my makers international