This is a song about "Foreign chick"

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I guess i can steal your chick

Baby am i slick

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

I never crack i got that chap stick

Or you gonna stand there, chick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

(singing) weve all had that one chick,

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music