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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

The lane is fast don't come in last or you gonna get socked

About disaster in the world and

Live every day like your last, time runs fast

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

We know we always out

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Saturday's were a blast, so how long could they last