This is a song about "Gold and cars"

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Looking for them better days

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents