This is a song about "Rapping speed"

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

(2x speed fast) numbing humming, plumbing, punning, running,

Don't speak when i'm rapping

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

I am capable of rapping,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Bitch, speed up no go slower

I think it excited her

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Speed limits get eliminate