This is a song about "International truck stop"

And word i blew off herb i grew

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

As i light one for ill will

To my makers international

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Ill get rid of you fast like a dump truck

Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Backing up, like the fool you are jumping in front of a moving truck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck