This is a song about "Safe house and straps and cars"

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

She did everything to make us feel safe and warm,

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars