This is a song about "Drag racing"

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

All i can feel is my heart racing

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel