This is a song about "Fast money"

The dead society of a poet

Draw so fast from the hip,

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

It went by slow but still it's fast

And you were tryna get it over fast.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Bars coming nice and fast

You’re on neon lights in my bank

You stood me up and i understand

Like a pointguard,i was moving fast

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

With such an ugly picture in it and

I've never been one to give up fast