This is a song about "Engine of the midfield"

Raybands...hide the face of,

I feel my work ain't enough

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good... aye....3 times aye...

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

So i ran in the dark while she started the engine of her mercedes benz

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Shaved of the face of the earth

You just trynna be haters

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,