This is a song about "Money music cars and girls"

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

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

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends