This is a song about "Clean cars"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

She gotta hold her head up high

Cars are passing by, guy

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I feel like i got fifty cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents