This is a song about "International rude boy"

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Race is international my father isn't actual

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

More lube, squeeze this mother fucking tube, [ehehehe] im so fucking rude,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

You were like sir that's very rude,

Rappers act rude cuz they wanna start feuds

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots