This is a song about "Drag racing"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Im not going to let you drag me down

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

Bullshit will drag you away

Keep losing my way

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And if you got money man the head is amazing

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

Twista finna get up on the track

What a bummer, what a drag