This is a song about "Foreign whips"

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

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

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,