This is a song about "Cars iee"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Hoes love me because of my cars

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Bitch got all them booty shots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Run away from the cars...

Cars are passing by, guy

All you niggas die