This is a song about "Rapid transit"

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

So i'm spittin' rapid fire for there own benefit

To feel a bit rapid, about rapping

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Rocking pieces on the transit, got a legal wall now the towns tryna ban it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Well i nab at a rapid rap, out of habit i stab it

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

Lyrics fire and induce you in rapid succession

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession