This is a song about "International classmates"

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

I'm international, go on a flight,

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

To my makers international

They just need convincing like malcolm little

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Race is international my father isn't actual