This is a song about "Foreign takeover"

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

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

I'll put the "nail in the coffin" in this game i "takeover",

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

We getting money, you can face the facts

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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