This is a song about "Foreign cars"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I feel like i got fifty cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Niggas is working forever my bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The you should look up in the stars

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars