This is a song about "Foreign love"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Lookin' for these better days

Driving my car to a foreign place

All my bitches be foreign

Baby you're the one

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Or know them testament verses

I really tried to show love

// [bitch you get (no love)]

See i'm breathing for a purpose