This is a song about "International"

To my makers international

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

I'm international, go on a flight,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

I guess she couldn't answer cause i can't call international

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Race is international my father isn't actual

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline