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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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