This is a song about "Jacked up trucks and cowboys"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Marshall, come on we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

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

It's been nothing but pain

Play up, play up, and play the game!

That i jacked its a fact that i'm too whacked to react

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and