This is a song about "Need for speed"

I rap supreme no need for dreams

In private, not public in the streets

Now momma told me be careful who you love

For instance you need rhyme assistance your witless

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

For my behavior, i need jesus my savior/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Don't need no triceratops for a fucking threesome/

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Let's proceed to my execution speed.

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet