This is a song about "Rpm"

Keys on the keyhole overhead/ and an ipod in/

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Blowing out ash as if his throat was like a pipe exhaust,

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

I feel a taser shot of electric fillin adrenaline like a hardcore criminal ruled innocent

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

But my raps shock you just like an electric eel

I shock you like my flow was electric/

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Electric relaxation, people's travel started the slaughter,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

A white boy rapping yeah that could shock an electric eel