This is a song about "International classmates"

To my makers international

Ok just listen up a little

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

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

I'm international, go on a flight,

My direction good, well-rounded type

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Race is international my father isn't actual

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

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple