This is a song about "Engine of the midfield"

Niggas talk with limited service

The one who em talks of

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

For the man of the hour

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Cause america the terror of,

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Guess they ran out of options

Swear i will murk any beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Return of the king of flow

Then take it down slow