This is a song about "Foreign whip"

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

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

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I roll arond in my new whip

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Driving my car to a foreign place