This is a song about "International trade"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Race is international my father isn't actual

I'm international, go on a flight,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

With a honey in the middle

To my makers international

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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