This is a song about "Whippin a foreign"

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

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

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Cold, my style making my nose run

All my bitches be foreign

My voice make her wet

Just a warning not a threat