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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

That last part didn't rhyme because i'm the best

Half your body laying on my chest

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Grab all the test tubes, the best tools, compressin' joules 'til they blast off

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

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

But i was too busy acting like a pest

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts