This is a song about "Cummins diesel"

Hurling myself at an easel, i got more endurance than a diesel

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

The diesel is my gasoline, i just crash the scene,

I wanna be featured in a magazine, this diesel, it be my gasoline,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

So all that other shit you on dead, burial