This is a song about "Diesel trucks"

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

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

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

When they showed up at your door at christmas

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

To make karma come faster than she normally will