This is a song about "Foregin cars"

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Got like a hundred cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends