This is a song about "Drag racing"

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

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

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

I was born to do the damn thing

All i can feel is my heart racing