This is a song about "Foreign love"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

That will be enough

Love it when ya show me love

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

So while you worry about the hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Hop off the bus

Talking about big love