This is a song about "Cars and life"

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

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

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents