This is a song about "Pressure friction hydraulic fluid drag"

What a bummer, what a drag

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Modu, he's ready for whatever

But to snooze would alleviate all pressure,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

But everytime that i spit my flow is hydraulic

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Lifting the sinking pressure

Big serg, we ready for whatever

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Spit alot, spit so much could be car fluid

And i ain't frontin for her

Whatever the pressure