This is a song about "Money and fast cars"

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

Two white cups and i got that drank

To reds i ain't know how to act

Bars coming nice and fast

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Money fast like eminem's rap

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

And you were tryna get it over fast.

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds