This is a song about "My friend who races bikes that passed away"

Put your faith in christ my friend

Niggas in the street scared

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.

You know that shit is my best friend.

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Me and my friend blastin' off

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

With mad skills and a fast act, who still can't get passed that

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom