This is a song about "Diesel rip"

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Can barely walk the city streets

Now ill rip myself on these beats

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Ready yourself,cause i'm gonna rip you all.

Up a flower rip it to shreds

Roll up niggas be like sex

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

You wna rip me then ill rip you

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

The diesel is my gasoline, i just crash the scene,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel