This is a song about "Foreign"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

All my bitches be foreign

They like talk to em young

Baby got that super bass

Driving my car to a foreign place

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,