This is a song about "Dat foreign"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

What up girl, tell me how you been