This is a song about "International"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Race is international my father isn't actual

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I'm international, go on a flight,

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

With a honey in the middle

To my makers international

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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