This is a song about "Weed and cars and xanex"

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Weed smoke, booze and violence