This is a song about "Speed runs"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Hurt runs deep i have to confess it

Speed limits get eliminate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Let's proceed to my execution speed.

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed