This is a song about "Foreign love"

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Cause my thing something vicious

Love it when ya show me love

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Wood chain with a jesus

// [bitch you get (no love)]