This is a song about "Foreign car"

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

She is far bizarre

Where there is no rules car

Bad, just like an 80's car

I guzzle up at the bar

Young money, d-town's all star

Got a license, no car

You get close but no cigar

The engine in back of my car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Your music in the car

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?