This is a song about "Bitches and cars"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,