This is a song about "Cars and money"

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents