This is a song about "Foreign takeover"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

We takeover this now

We be like wow

I'm a son of gun

All my bitches be foreign

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

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

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

It's the southern takeover were eating the rest,no peace in this death punch his teeth in his neck

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said