This is a song about "Dat foreign"

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

You in the past me and future on the same watch

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Allah, not even dat