This is a song about "Fast cars and drugs"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again