This is a song about "Foreign whips"

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

Got a foreign girl, czech i'll be there in a sec

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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,

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.