This is a song about "Speed runs"

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Money runs like a golden river

Of impactful things one can ask for

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors