This is a song about "Dirt track racing"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

When it throws us to the dirt

Yeah you know i got that work

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

From responsibility to its dirt

Got em deep in the dirt

Girl, i put in that work

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I don't want it on my back

Just wait til the next track

Politicians granted maggots access, handed planet dirt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Your in a pile of dirt

Wrong drink, the right work