This is a song about "Hitler s foreign policy"

Driving my car to a foreign place

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

But no apologies that's my mother fucking policy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost

I'm a metaphorical hitler, i'll turn the mainstream into the holocaust

After i kill you like hitler did to every jew

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

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,