This is a song about "International life"

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

And when i start to rise

You best believe that life

Race is international my father isn't actual

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

Now move back over here to the right

I'm international, go on a flight,