This is a song about "Foreign car"

I'm in my other car

Hope my city is not too far

Driving my car to a foreign place

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Your music in the car

She is far bizarre

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.