This is a song about "Foreign cars money drugs"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I be murdering bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I feel like i got fifty cars

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

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