This is a song about "Dat foreign"

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

You're not usin' your brain

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

I got that goodman game

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Can't see his son shine like the four tops