This is a song about "Driving to fast"

I've never been one to give up fast

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

Marauder fast with pain nah bundles down to parish,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

Shocked a crew fell to hell fast for the fire i bring

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Imma have to end this damn battle pretty fucking fast,

To best with ease, bare adjectives as fast as teeth, against enemies,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze