This is a song about "Oil slide"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

I let it slide with no mind, thought ya learned ya lesson,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

My rapping made you soil

My balls get lubed in oil

So pass the baby oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

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

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Because tonight we fight, not for oil or wealth,

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king