This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks