This is a song about "Foreign world"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

For serial killings across the world.

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

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