This is a song about "Engine of the midfield"

The things im most scared of

I feel my work ain't enough

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

For the man of the hour

I said i'm hurting her

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

Cause america the terror of,

But it's still cool just to dream man because