This is a song about "Your running through my bran faster then a train"

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Theres times when i might fuck a girl then i be off running

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

There's many questions running through my head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet