This is a song about "International classmates"

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

I'm international, go on a flight,

This is everything that we call hype

Race is international my father isn't actual

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

To my makers international

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull