This is a song about "Foreign"

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Got a foreign girl, czech i'll be there in a sec

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

Baby, you got that super bass

Driving my car to a foreign place