This is a song about "Grime she foreign"

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

I'm just here to have a good time

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

But we still real brothers

Scrapes grime off the gutters

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

A criminal grind nigga

Done grime these streets are the

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms