This is a song about "Drag racing"

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Who know this be the life that i really live

The clock is still racing

But he don't rule a thing

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Taking drag after drag

The pioneer of the coke rap

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting