This is a song about "Foreign doors n cadillacs"

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Driving my car to a foreign place

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,