This is a song about "Drivin fastspeed"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm drivin like a dude who's got epilepsy

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Not me u be the hero, you wont be drivin bentleys none,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He cant win he's the version of a crack baby drivin a broken down suburban

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple

Shit drivin me crazy,

But make sure if they do see