This is a song about "Yeat and his tonka truck"

And keep his time devoted

Small, but you talkin' big

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Lifes a big garbage truck

But you know what

The revolution will proceed

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Like a truck i roll on top of them

Time after time, again and again

Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger