This is a song about "Truck"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

And im rockin plain tees homie fuck that truck fit

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Ill get rid of you fast like a dump truck

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

This fucking guy that i knew/ tow truck didn't approve/

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

She jumps out the front seat of her boyfriend's truck