This is a song about "Driving to fast"

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

While your driving me to the court so you can accept defeat,

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

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

You will do anything to get in the driving seat

And garage for what i'm driving.

But he don't rule a thing

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I've never been one to give up fast

With such an ugly picture in it and

Looking for them better days

Driving my car to a foreign place