This is a song about "Spied on you in my metro truck"

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

He carried weight like a mack truck gonna bust on some playa haters.

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

That i was broke as fuck, driving 'roun in my truck.

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Like a truck i roll on top of them