This is a song about "Whippin a foreign"

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

Its gonna be a a test

Half your body laying on my chest

A store that dosen't get a

My all gold rolly or the

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,