This is a song about "Pistons"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Friction never in the pistons

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

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