This is a song about "Rushing thru life"

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

From the planetary body that is rushing me

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic