This is a song about "Foreign policy"

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick