This is a song about "Richard hammond top gear"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Picking up gear from dick's.

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

If you still wanna go, i'll put in gear,

No wonder they resroting to gear, get you gears cranked, rears spanked,

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,