This is a song about "International product life cycle"

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I'm dazed, trapped in a cycle

As i light one for ill will

I'm international, go on a flight,

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

The sanded product is much greater

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Yeah come holla at your uncle

For why things were always in a cycle

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime