This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Look how the buzz will grow

Niggas is working forever my bars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

So strong, was her will to make her home in his arms,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,