This is a song about "Rappin fast"

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Home of the rappin disease

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

Peabody street venturing off georgia

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Bars coming nice and fast

Just hustling you understand

Miami nights, made a couple grand

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

White boy rappin' not an impossibility