This is a song about "Race motor"

See money talk and these days

It feels like a big race,

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

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

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

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

My pace makes you start to race

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Be a vidya game coder, or maybe race motor-

Never can i straight face

Dont run now, this is not a race

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