This is a song about "Pistons"

Friction never in the pistons

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns