This is a song about "Slow torture"

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Remind me to react slow.

This summer gone be mine though

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

They aren't even moving slow,

Who real bitches check me out though

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

If this is the right time

That's why they can't mess up my flow

The day started out slow