This is a song about "Need for speed"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

My raps bleed speed nigga need to let of steam

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Don't need no triceratops for a fucking threesome/

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Let's proceed to my execution speed.

Money on call for when i need it

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But for some that's all they fucken need,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And you are, never gonna even be a speed bump, cause i don't need love

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans