This is a song about "Foreign whip"

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I roll arond in my new whip

So i banged for a minute

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Then im ready open my door unlock my whip

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)