This is a song about "Dat foreign"

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Through all the rain and the pain

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

We got dat guns and flow

Where they find me, 16 on death row