This is a song about "Atv racing"

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card