This is a song about "Foreign cars"

Cause of death? bars

Got like a hundred cars

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

We getting money, you can face the facts

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

The you should look up in the stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done