This is a song about "Faded and workin fucking and making money fast with fast cars like a mercedes benz"

And you were tryna get it over fast.

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Bars coming nice and fast

You’re on neon lights in my bank

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

People love hodgy i hate you though

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread