This is a song about "Loud pistols weed"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I went from quiet to loud

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

When life gets sour know i still devour

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out