This is a song about "Gudemolition derby"

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And everything all contained to circumvent in to a point of rendering.

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

You still fucking that slut? or meeting hot maids down in your pants, dreaming

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Rat race no rat flow hard

Know give me a head start