This is a song about "My bitch is foreign"

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And these artists don't need me they already rich

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Look over to my side and a bitch is what i find

All my bitches be foreign

I'm a son of a gun

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that