This is a song about "Girls and cars"

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

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

I should michael jordan these rappers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

We should fuck each others mothers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls