This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

I'm international, go on a flight,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

They just need convincing like malcolm little

To my makers international

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Race is international my father isn't actual

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble