This is a song about "Foreign girls"

All the girls wanna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Cassidy your different from other girls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

See money talk and these days

Driving my car to a foreign place

Girls out her talkin bout

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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