This is a song about "Fast and grimey"

The past goes by so fast and it never last

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I'm a son of a gun

And, boys try to pull a fast one

Unify them, mob through, take over and

//the flow on this is insane and very fast

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I keep it grimey and gutter,my style remind me of the mothership

I can run forever and fast it's no wonder

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And now the present got you struggling

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

And you were tryna get it over fast.