This is a song about "Days going too fast"

That she was too fat to swim laps she need a slim fast

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Times flying way too fast for me to catch up

But me and my brother never made it out school

I'm going hard for the days i was poor

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Going for days and days unshaven

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

To see if it's beating too fast cause man this must be fate

Bitch got all them booty shots

Livin the fast life, in fast cars