This is a song about "Whippin a foreign"

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Is written in our souls, africa

A store that dosen't get a

Got a foreign girl, czech i'll be there in a sec

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,