This is a song about "Formula one"

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

And i am one of one]\

I'm caged up in state prison

See with a district columbia vision

You gotta move on find a better one

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

With one closed and one open eye 

One day ill hit the charts, be top ranked, number one

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

I'm a son of a gun

Killing yo since day one

You better keep counting them one by one

You trying real hard to appeal to someone