This is a song about "I spit lyrics faster than a rap bot"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

So move back, i react, faster than a truck to truck impact

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Great and 420, i spit bullets faster than an armed gunmen

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Started writin lyrics, now i spit em,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I guess i spit wit agression coming at you faster than infected person

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped