This is a song about "Cars and cash"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,