This is a song about "Hot girls and fast cars"

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And bijies like im out and

Bars coming nice and fast

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Trying hard to speak and

Bars coming nice and fast

That's why she ignore my flowers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots