This is a song about "Running fast in the track"

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

With blood running fast down my arms