This is a song about "My bitch is foreign"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

That right its tiny, but bitch the rest of my is big

All ima need is a nice bitch sittin on my lap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Is this bitch royal i despise my own highness

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

And these artists don't need me they already rich

My flow is ice cold. bitch go get a sweater.

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

My garage full of cars that bounce

Bitch dont you get it, this is my house.