This is a song about "Foreign"

All my bitches be foreign

On the bible you can run

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

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

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

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