This is a song about "Fast"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Too fast , they never get me

I've never been one to give up fast

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And bijies like im out and

It went by slow but still it's fast

Bars coming nice and fast

They got me trapped

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Miami nights, made a couple grand

I'm breathing heavy and time's going fast,

Cause i got the burner in the hand