This is a song about "Dat foreign"

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

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

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

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

It ain't nothing though

We got dat smoke and blow

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,