This is a song about "Calling all cars"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Bitch got all them booty shots

Got like a hundred cars

But this is my calling, so you can all keep hangin' it up this

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hoes love me because of my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve