This is a song about "Foreign cars"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

While scheming on hits

You was bigger than an artist

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

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

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops