This is a song about "Fast last best pest blast"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

This freestyle's gonna be as fast as a blast so don't worry

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Every time i'm rappen i thought i was a beast in fact i was considered a pest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Yo yo, type fast, i dip dabs, having a laugh, taking a blast, of smoke,

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Life has put her to the test

Sicker than a tick pest

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought