This is a song about "International nig"

To my makers international

As i light one for ill will

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

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Race is international my father isn't actual

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,

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

I'm beside the future

Life’s a nig and i feel her

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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