This is a song about "Fast pace ace"

And i'm always taking life at my own pace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Distort and deface on a destructive pace

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

I got these tats all on my arms

Ya won't even be able to keep up with our pace,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy