This is a song about "Foreign"

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

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

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

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Something wicked this way come

All my bitches be foreign

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,