This is a song about "The quickness"

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Cause hes stuck right in this quickness

Here i go again, searching for love

Im the one waring the mussel,

I'm modest, and humble

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

The more battles the better the flows

I'm ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this slick shit

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit