This is a song about "Dirt track racing"

With a hand struck from the dirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Down in the dirt never

Well, maybe not forever

All i can feel is my heart racing

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

One time for the 305, though

Dirt dog, no tony romo

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing