This is a song about "Dat foreign"

All my bitches be foreign

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

That's the window into the sky

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Bad rap, cuties claim

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

Move like i’m walking with an open case