This is a song about "Foreign cars fucking bitches"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I feel like i got fifty cars

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

I'm fucking bitches you couldn't even pay to hit

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

We love for a while then a light goes

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots