This is a song about "International trade"

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

I'm international, go on a flight,

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes