This is a song about "International"

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

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

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

I'm international, go on a flight,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

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