This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Here they keep a rachet close

Bought the dope and have hoes