This is a song about "Foreign cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Niggas is working forever my bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars