This is a song about "Foreign cars"

All my bitches be foreign

Yeah bitch this date's done

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Hoes love me because of my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops