This is a song about "Sonic the the hedghog"

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

The bigger the the fun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,