This is a song about "Pistons"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Friction never in the pistons

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

My spitting systems are run by hidden 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