This is a song about "Foregin cars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I be murdering bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve