This is a song about "Foreign policy"

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

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

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

All my bitches be foreign

So now she picks up the gun

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

You may be rocky but im ali i float like a butterfly sting like a bee i flow like a tree.

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