This is a song about "The fast strike"

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Yeah the beat's fast, can you keep up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Drone strike on this site call me the government

I'm a lightning-fast killer whose blades strike with no remorse,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep