This is a song about "Fast and furios"

Bars coming nice and fast

That we can't forget the past

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

The past goes by so fast and it never last

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

The faker they shakin' my hand

Bars coming nice and fast

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Strike quickly and fast, heavy like boulders/

And you were tryna get it over fast.

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank