This is a song about "Motive"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

The money grubber, locomotive train motorcar motive

I'm steady trying' to find the motive

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Niggas ask what's my motive, why i'm so explosive/

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

That the green is his motive

They are the coaches in this

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

And i be talking about me, i do this

Niggas ask whats my motive, why i'm so explosive

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Niggas ask whats my motive, why i'm so explosive

Money aint my motive, my art isn't for a gallery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she