This is a song about "Driving cars and guns"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics