This is a song about "Fast raps"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

And even worse my raps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Quick with the intricate raps

Enough of the weakened raps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

And bijies like im out and

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Fighting with my weak hand

While im passing out fast,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

And you were tryna get it over fast.