This is a song about "Foreign cars"

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Run away from the cars...

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

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

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