This is a song about "Pistons"

Friction never in the pistons

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

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

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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