This is a song about "Fast raps come with a price"

Look at this sad bitch with wack shit rappin' like this a fast win

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

I get my paper, y'all just hate

With his blood, the price was paid.

He said i'll give you a prize, just name a price.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

With mad skills and a fast act, who still can't get passed that

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Just fucking around with a weird fast flow type shit

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

You cant make a dime with your raps