This is a song about "Rapid transit"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

I had to be rapid and i had to fasten to be safe and i found the right girl like magic

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Get off a key like i can’t sing

To feel a bit rapid, about rapping