This is a song about "Speed runs"

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Horribly as anacondas attacking ya heart with speed

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Bitch, speed up no go slower

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

And now it’s time to speed it up

Well, um, there's a but

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It's inherited, it's runs in the family