This is a song about "International"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Race is international my father isn't actual

To my makers international

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

I'm international, go on a flight,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time