This is a song about "Pistons"

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Friction never in the pistons

So here i am at the store for some chips