This is a song about "Bmw cars"

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

From the projects to the penthouse

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,