This is a song about "Foreign doors n cadillacs"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

We bursting doors like we just showed up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

All my bitches be foreign

Come get some, you little bum

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,