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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Bridget is safe and nothing happened, the point in my rhymes,

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

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars