This is a song about "Atv racing"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

I ain't playing with these tracks, boy i'm racing for mileage

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing