This is a song about "Driving to fast"

Fast velocity, my shadows too slow to latch on to me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Rhyming fast,out of breath..bolt to the finish line

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Baby, you got that super bass

Driving my car to a foreign place

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

Gonna speed down the freeway,heel to toe gonna be fast

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Marauder fast with pain nah bundles down to parish,