This is a song about "Money cars"

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

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents