This is a song about "Raw trunking motion"

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

More like dick perpetual motion

Its raw feelings and emotions

They bringing me fish and chips

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

That i put in motion

You're uncool like my mother kin

That gets all these bitches startled in motion

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

Nigga tighten your jaw