This is a song about "Jacked up truck"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Little boy's. i'm jacked up, i'm bouta be rich as fuck.

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger

I pipe in and one night her

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Im loaded up like a moving truck

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck