This is a song about "Foreign"

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

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

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge