This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Must be a lady in tha light

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

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

Race is international my father isn't actual

To my makers international

With a honey in the middle