This is a song about "Foreign car"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Well, that's what you are

Got a license, no car

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Who smokin in my car?

I guzzle up at the bar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands