This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

To my makers international

With a honey in the middle

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

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

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

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I'm international, go on a flight,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature