This is a song about "Cars and cash"

But this real, fuck how you feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Took me a while just to write those

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener