This is a song about "Oil change"

So pass the baby oil

My rapping made you soil

But im never gona change

Said her hearts, in a cage

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Now everyone finds the change

When i pull up in that candy range

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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