This is a song about "Rapid raper"

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Lyrics fire and induce you in rapid succession

Get off a key like i can’t sing

To feel a bit rapid, about rapping

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Now, i'm speaking right to you lil' naughty raper

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Rapid fire, i'm unloading these ballistics