This is a song about "Days going too fast"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Sometimes i think im going too fast that ima end up in a collision,

I've been going nowhere fast, feel like i was attacked

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

Times flying way too fast for me to catch up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Bars coming nice and fast