This is a song about "Cuz you got my heart racing like its running bases"

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

In tongues my heart racing sweat dropping from my heated up skin i would go

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Cuz your a bitch and i was trying when you left my heart traumatized and send blood to you

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

And i ran them like bases,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

You got my heart, don't tear it apart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.