This is a song about "Fast f"

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Cause i got the burner in the hand

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

While im passing out fast,

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

I'll get to em when i land

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

F u are my favorite letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years