This is a song about "Black truck"

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I fucking hate this job

Black as black like the blacktop/

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter

I don't want it on my back

Top dropped down, black on black

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck