This is a song about "Foreign takeover"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I’m not some kid who’s gonna let you just takeover me

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Bitches ain't around one thou

We takeover this now

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Fuck the rest, we keep it nice and trill, southern takeover

I'll put the "nail in the coffin" in this game i "takeover",

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased