This is a song about "Foreign policy"

All my bitches be foreign

Come get some, you little bum

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But no apologies that's my mother fucking policy

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

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

Why is this society telling lies claiming there policy is honesty constantly livin cautiously

Authorities wanna take a spin me, trying to limit these rhymes that got g's saying "can it be?!"

Stop with the policy of poppin' pills before you get pulled by a cop

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.