This is a song about "Detroit pistons"

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Seen the how-to video now he on point

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

Every time i'm at detroit, i've been very weary

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips