This is a song about "Truck fit"

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Like a truck i roll on top of them

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit//

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Shoving it in, but it just won't fit!

Im loaded up like a moving truck

A twenty somethin cup

About some tyga beef shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

But you're gonna have a fit

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck