This is a song about "Foreign girls"

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And you are not around like black fathers

We should appreciate the girls

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I get jelous when your with other girls

We gotta get back to what really matters