This is a song about "Cars parkinglot"

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops