This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

I'm international, go on a flight,

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

Race is international my father isn't actual

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

To my makers international

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol