This is a song about "Cars iee"

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

You pull up in parking lots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars