This is a song about "International"

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I'm international, go on a flight,

To my makers international

With a honey in the middle

Race is international my father isn't actual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line