This is a song about "Foriegn whips"

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I crash whips when my track skips

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

I only got four minutes

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,