This is a song about "Foreign"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

All my bitches be foreign

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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