This is a song about "International truck stop"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck

Im loaded up like a moving truck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I am hip-hop. past, present and future

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And im rockin plain tees homie fuck that truck fit

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

I'm international, go on a flight,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck

Race is international my father isn't actual

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle