This is a song about "Foreign whips"

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Whips they cant afford to carry

All my bitches be foreign

Something wicked this way come

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,