This is a song about "Drag racing"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

You're a drag queen with european genes

Taking drag after drag

She always comin back

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

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

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

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

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low