This is a song about "Crosscountry racing"

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Folarin, the muse of the hater

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing