This is a song about "I m fast"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Used to call me the african don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Picture a place that they exist, together

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser