This is a song about "Car crews"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

But those crews i ran with were tough and cold as icicles,

I'm in my other car

I guzzle up at the bar

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Yea got big stacks get me a car

I'm a fucking rap star

With the goons i spar

Got a license, no car

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Down the street to the car,

You're in a seminar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

My daddy need a new car