This is a song about "Killers on speed disl"

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

You told me god was the answer

The speed causes laughter

"teezy, we also got speed

From the back seat, back seat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Cos when i'm rapping with speed it's like i'm doing speed