This is a song about "International"

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

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

Race is international my father isn't actual

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

To my makers international

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

I'm international, go on a flight,

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature