This is a song about "I llove gear"

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

This batmobile is real hard to steer

If you still wanna go, i'll put in gear,

When you spill out hits

Picking up gear from dick's.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,