This is a song about "Money and cars"

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

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

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes