This is a song about "Driving cars and guns"

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm driving a unicorn, and she blowing me kisses

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

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

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Although thought that we would grow

We got dat guns and flow

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars