This is a song about "Foreign"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Driving my car to a foreign place

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,