This is a song about "Foreign doors n cadillacs"

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

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

Driving my car to a foreign place

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Magic city tipping them

All my bitches be foreign

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.