This is a song about "Foreign"

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done