This is a song about "Car fast rap money"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

With the goons i spar

Got a license, no car

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Or might blast a tight rap, have a bike crash cause i drive fast

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Your music in the car

If there’s a shining star

(fast) i want da money car door funny

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see