This is a song about "Motor oil"

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Because tonight we fight, not for oil or wealth,

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

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

What is hittin' for

A comedic motor

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

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

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil