This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

The you should look up in the stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And mine somewhere bout mars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Hold your arms cry and wallow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars