This is a song about "Pistons"

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

So here i am at the store for some chips

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Friction never in the pistons