This is a song about "Engine of the midfield"

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Turn into bitch ass niggasi'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

Cause america the terror of,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Shaved of the face of the earth

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

The one who em talks of

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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