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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex