This is a song about "Foreign cars"

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

The you should look up in the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Basketball is my favorite sport

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Hoes love me because of my cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

All my bitches be foreign

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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