This is a song about "Girls cars and weed"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.