This is a song about "Retro grade motion"

No intention to motion as the ocean flows

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Gin makes me sin

That i put in motion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

"what seems to be the commotion? easy with ya motion!

You're uncool like my mother kin

More like dick perpetual motion

Energized and still going

I'm hazardous with this motion

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Fuckin with my emotions while we fuck in this motion

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate