This is a song about "Foregin cars"

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

When bret hart meet brett farve

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars