This is a song about "Motor vehicles"

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

See em from the water from my motor boat

Be a vidya game coder, or maybe race motor-

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

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

A comedic motor

You gon' tip her

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

Be a vidya game coder, or maybe race motor-

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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