This is a song about "Foreign"

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,