This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

To my makers international

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Race is international my father isn't actual

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I'm international, go on a flight,

I seem to love these whips - a white