This is a song about "Fast f"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

While im passing out fast,

Trying hard to speak and

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Bars coming nice and fast

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

When bret hart meet brett farve

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

But i think i like that, just maybe