This is a song about "Pistons"

Friction never in the pistons

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck with sluts bad, ballin like i'm on the pistons

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips