This is a song about "International"

Ok just listen up a little

To my makers international

I'm international, go on a flight,

Which you know i'm different, right

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Race is international my father isn't actual