This is a song about "Car racing"

You know...you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

The engine in back of my car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Where there is no rules car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing