This is a song about "Dat foreign"

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And i just love your flashy ways

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

You a lady boss, now you fly free