This is a song about "Foreign cars getting pussy"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits