This is a song about "Old beat up chevy truck"

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Sometime, somewhere, i'll end up nowhere like an old trend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Beat it up and slide right under you.

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

We go up and down like an old roller coaster

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Such an old song but i love this beat