This is a song about "Foreign cars"

Got like a hundred cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Hoes love me because of my cars