This is a song about "Speeds"

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

The flight of wings left and right it speeds mightily so free in living legacies

I rhyme at speeds so supersonic, that they make you vomit.

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds