This is a song about "Fast flow sad kill"

Its full bad,its just sad

The door crack, niggas all black

Ain't even tryna hold back

Her life story was so sad

//the flow on this is insane and very fast

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Just fucking around with a weird fast flow type shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

With rhymes flow like blastin nines that i kill emcess with just to past the time.

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

The beat equals the flow, one minute fast then one minute slow, putting these bars on show