This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

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

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

This life i chose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes