This is a song about "International macroeconomics"

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

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

To my makers international

I'm international, go on a flight,

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Race is international my father isn't actual

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine