This is a song about "Motor oil"

Because tonight we fight, not for oil or wealth,

So, just tell me something about yourself

My rapping made you soil

So pass the baby oil

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores