This is a song about "Sex drugs police and cars"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense