This is a song about "International"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Race is international my father isn't actual

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

As i light one for ill will

To my makers international

I'm international, go on a flight,

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right