This is a song about "Motor oil"

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

See em from the water from my motor boat

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

You have laid your footprint in the soil

My balls get lubed in oil

The oil-like solution dropped in solitary, so my right ear felt, very heavy

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

Your brother's getting older

A comedic motor

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Be a vidya game coder, or maybe race motor-

Don't matter, we need oil, look at the lives we're wrecking,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king