This is a song about "Sonic the h"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

See y'all just think you're fast like you're a mock sonic,

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

Magic city a lil bit of change

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

I'm a g; like the letter before h

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip