This is a song about "Foreign doors n cadillacs"

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

So i went down south but i ended up north

I put these poems all in these songs

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I fell through the glass doors, started causing a scene

You in the past me and future on the same watch

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

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

All my bitches be foreign

I don't care what it did to them