This is a song about "Gmc trucks"

My criteria ain't even that serious

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Shout out my nigga miles

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

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