This is a song about "I go rapid"

I started to beg "no, please let go"

Same bitches used to play me though

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

Down just so we can grow

So i guess i got to go

I making money everywhere i go

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

So i'm spittin' rapid fire for there own benefit

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Never to the left i go

Call me whatever joe

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

I just don't know where to go,