This is a song about "Cars iee"

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

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends