This is a song about "Crosscountry racing"

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

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

The clock is still racing

I know the road i'm taking

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

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

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,