This is a song about "Speed camp"

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Let me tell you now i sound like i'm doing speed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Sixteen, got a whiff of that speed

In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

Cos when i'm rapping with speed it's like i'm doing speed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

Speed limits get eliminate

I feel good, i look great