This is a song about "Girls and cars"

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

I know that love it could begin