This is a song about "Drag racing"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Taking drag after drag

I don't want it on my back

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

What a bummer, what a drag

This is why her nigga mad

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

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing