This is a song about "Money hoes and cars"

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I be murdering bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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