This is a song about "Never be paces"

Razor grips, laser spit

Never gon' be old shit

Pocket racked up all big faces

Never thought this would be painless

They've all moved to different places, changing their paces.

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Accolades never to be saved

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Or i'll never be pacified

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

It will never be tiring

Was never to be ended

I know what you do with that