This is a song about "Foreign cars money drugs"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

All my bitches be foreign

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

The sun gives light cause it is the window

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Bitch got all them booty shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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