This is a song about "Clean cars"

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I feel like i got fifty cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Bitch got all them booty shots

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

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