This is a song about "Foregin cars"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

The you should look up in the stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Went out and had a church of kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks