This is a song about "Speed runs"

And now it’s time to speed it up

That shit was wack as fuck

Speed limits get eliminate

I'm dreaming to be great

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money