This is a song about "Driving too fast"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

That she was too fat to swim laps she need a slim fast

Sweet, okay makes sense

You aint driving a benz

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Driving around in a plow, pow!

Cause i don't wanna lose you now

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Driving me crazy with this painting canvas

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane