This is a song about "International"

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

I'm international, go on a flight,

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

Lady at the frank stand will

To my makers international

Race is international my father isn't actual

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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