This is a song about "A trucker"

Talking about the god you serve

With a ba and a masters

Yup you got a lot a

So when ya see me nigga

Spit a poem or a diss

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

He should be some southern trucker

And there's little to be glad for

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

This bag is from seattle

Your a horse without a saddle

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner