This is a song about "Stealling cars"

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

The you should look up in the stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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