This is a song about "International"

I'm international, go on a flight,

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Race is international my father isn't actual

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

To my makers international

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time