This is a song about "Calculating horsepower"

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it

The real muscle in the message of that

Your punch lines are pitiful

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Stepping out the spaceship with a mutha fucking task force

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

The horse lied, i've got an odd mind

Black fours red drop head doors

As i take it by force

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,