This is a song about "Speed camp"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

That means i have lightning speed,

I made a song at camp

Trying hard to speak and

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

And then steal a hoopty,then run him over with a two speed,

Speed limits get eliminate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet