This is a song about "Foreign love"

Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck

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

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Niggas talk with limited service

Love it when ya show me love

That will be enough

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

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