This is a song about "Foreign"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

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

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

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

Just a place that they can come

All my bitches be foreign

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,