This is a song about "Motor boating hoes"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I power the motor, she bought like a pawnbroker, but she only mediocre

In the garden guarding my hoes

This is love, nothing else close

Guess i’m different than most

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Be a vidya game coder, or maybe race motor-

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point