This is a song about "My money and cars"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

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

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Take my bus and bust down money

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents