This is a song about "Slow and steady"

Slow and steady wins the race,

I get that work from my face

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

Listening to aston martin music music

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

And you can do it slow

This summer gone be mine though

And steady keep it real ya bish

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces