This is a song about "Motivation about speed"

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

Like a corkscrewed novel without any motivation.

Gotta find my source of motivation.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Think it's about time you read / the lines spurted from my rhyming speed

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Motivation from medication, starvation from education

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

She gives me some motivation

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

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest