This is a song about "Jake saying too fast"

Bars coming nice and fast

Just lay back, get your face slapped

You stood me up and i understand

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

I understand what your saying

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Times flying way too fast for me to catch up

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Saying, "please give me some mow," not putting too much time