This is a song about "Friends money houses cars"

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

I feel like i got fifty cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Hoes love me because of my cars