It doesn’t get much simpler than the sentiment (or the chorus) here:
Blue and white racing stripe pick-up truck
And when did I decide to grow this beard and gut?
Well, I may be white but I don’t like my people much
But I want to raise with you and watch our younglings hatch,
Fucking make the first letters of their first names match
Hey lover, hey lover
Hey lover, hey lover
See also: https://edcyphers.com/2012/02/21/recommended-albums-7/