This is a song about "Drag racing"

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

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And this will be the song that we sing

All i can feel is my heart racing

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow