This is a song about "Speed up"

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

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

I keep my money neat

That means i have lightning speed,

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

I can always go home and look down my street

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

And now it’s time to speed it up