This is a song about "International baccalaureate"

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

To my makers international

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

I'm international, go on a flight,

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Race is international my father isn't actual

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

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

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little