This is a song about "Exotic cars"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops