This is a song about "Foregin cars"

Before we see it's hard to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends