This is a song about "Fast and fur"

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Our time it came and went so fast i can't take it,

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I think next time i rap i'll do it fast and thick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

You told me god was the answer

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

I understand i'm back by popular demand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.