This is a song about "Why we speed"

N.y, we runnin' this rap shit it ain't south then why?

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

But you cant catch us homie we flipping speed bon bons

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

That means i have lightning speed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I wonder why we take from our women

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Aint that why we get high,

Why are haters just hating when we did nothing to

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you