This is a song about "Foreign cars fast money and rich bitches drugs"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Top ranked, number one my son

All my bitches be foreign

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes