This is a song about "Someone who is fast and a person who is slow"

This is lame when am i gunna find someone who actually has game

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Improve myself to become a person, not a who

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Someone go tell who ever it is to get the backwoods

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Is someone who can take a mess

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

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Nothing is ever fast or nothing ever slow