This is a song about "Black truck"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Top dropped down, black on black

Im loaded up like a moving truck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Swear i'm trying to get through

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And im rockin plain tees homie fuck that truck fit

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

You is not hip then i can not coach her

This fucking guy that i knew/ tow truck didn't approve/

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose