This is a song about "Engine of the midfield"

Ass shots is a plus

The one who em talks of

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Of the book of your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in,

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Return of the king of flow

Hit the club she drop it low

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch