This is a song about "Fast cars"

I start to think it's all planned

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Niggas is working forever my bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars