This is a song about "Girls cars and bars"

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,

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents