This is a song about "The creepy sonic"

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

Asap flow super sonic,whack mc cant fuck with my pride couple man tried but

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

See y'all just think you're fast like you're a mock sonic,