This is a song about "Live fast hit and rave"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Live, and die, on this day.

When you see the instant replay

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

I just write that right by a mic stand

Live, and die, on this day,

So, they hate and they say

And say, might make, some hit

Rack, rack city shit

But most of the time

And live a life of rhyme

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

And, boys try to pull a fast one

I can only imagine