This is a song about "Engine of the midfield"

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close

She never ready to go so she forever come

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

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

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

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Of the book of your life

I need a backyard full court size

Shaved of the face of the earth

Babies turn into shooters