This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

I'm international, go on a flight,

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

To my makers international

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Race is international my father isn't actual

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble