This is a song about "Cars"

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

While in the distance i hear passing cars