This is a song about "International"

I'm international, go on a flight,

Parallel on the other side

Race is international my father isn't actual

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

As i light one for ill will

To my makers international

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,