This is a song about "Money and cars and women"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

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

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game