This is a song about "Sports cars"

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

I feel like i got fifty cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars