This is a song about "Dat foreign"

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Never break, took a break though

We got dat guns and flow

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

So beat me to the bone

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

This aint poker but im poppin dat ace

Your body's right as rain

Bitch, am on dat cocaine